Full House, Step-by-Step, Family Matters, 7th Heaven...

Besides boasting dorky dads, (Danny Tanner, Frank Lambert, Carl Winslow and Reverend Eric Camden), each of these shows attempted to portray the all-American family on television.

And frankly, even though critics didn't buy the cheesy morals, audiences certainly did.

Or so I thought.

At 8 pm last Monday, I watched the eleventh season premiere of 7th Heaven on the new CW Television Network.

Since the day 7th Heaven premiered on the WB network, I have been a fan. In fact, I vividly remember the first episode: Mary (Jessica Biel) had a crush on Matt (Barry Watson); Simon (David Gallagher) and Ruthie (Mackenzie Rosman) prayed to God for a dog; and Lucy (Beverley Mitchell) just wanted to look and feel like every other teenage girl around her.

As corny as Reverend Camden's preaching seemed, in my childhood and teenage years, I appreciated the spoon-fed lessons. Early on, I grew to love a show that could solve and explain major life issues in 60 minutes. Furthermore, I admired a show that in the end made everything OK, even if some endings proved unrealistic.

Thus, ever since that first episode, I stuck with the show. Even when original cast members such as Watson and Biel left, watching the show every Monday night with my family still entertained me.

However, last season when the WB announced 7th Heaven's series finale, the timing felt right. After watching the Camden kids grow up before my eyes for 11 seasons and seeing them go through puberty, boyfriends, girlfriends, drugs and medical school, I thought the writers exhausted the Public Service Announcement-like plots. I felt nostalgic for my youth, but ready to spend my Monday nights with Everwood.

Therefore, imagine my ultimate shock when I discovered that CW put 7th Heaven back in its fall line-up, but nixed Everwood.

Nonetheless, even with my grief for Everwood's termination, routine won over emotions and thus, I spent Monday night with the Camdens. Five minutes into the episode, Aaron Spelling probably shifted in his grave. Gone was my lovable, big enough to form a baseball team family, and in its place I found an unoriginal, overdone adult soap opera. I felt robbed.

In the premiere, Martin Brewer (Tyler Hoechlin), the boy the Camdens took in when his father went to Iraq, finally faces reality. Last season, he got Sandy Jameson (Haylie Duff) pregnant after a one-night stand. All of a sudden, Martin finally decides to try and make up for his immature ways by spending a weekend with Sandy. However, Sandy doesn't want to have a relationship with him, much less marry him, which infuriates Martin.

Lucy, devastated from her twin miscarriage, reverts to her childhood dramatic ways. As associate pastor of the church, she fights and insists that she give the sermon. Subsequently Lucy humiliates herself and family by publicly blaming her husband, Kevin Kinkirk (George Stults), for her miscarriage, saying to the congregation, "Who wouldn't want to sleep with that?"

The impractical spectacle made me feel humiliated for the actors stuck in their permanent typecast characters . Furthermore, the awful premier forced me to wake up and realize that the critics won. Sappy, corny family-oriented programs that I once adored remain with my childhood youth.

Instead, the 11-and 12-year-olds of today will watch Grey's Anatomy, where 14-year-old girls have babies, or Laguna Beach, where pettiness thrives.

Ultimately, I feel sorry for a generation that not only doesn't have enough family dinners, but also doesn't have the Camden family to emphasize core values every Monday night.